Ling Mo slightly raised his chin, looking directly into Liang Feifan's deep eyes, his words carrying an obvious hint of mockery:
"What, young master of the Liang family, have you rekindled your old flame?"
Seeing Liang Feifan grab Ling Mo's hand in public, Ling Tian's alarm bells went off. She then took his arm and asked, looking aggrieved, "..."
"Brother Feifan, didn't you say you were going to give me a surprise at my birthday party?"
"Xiaotian, you get in the car first."
Liang Feifan frowned, only then remembering that an engagement ring was still quietly lying in his pocket.
A week earlier, when he learned that Ling Mo had been taken back to the Ling residence, he had already made up his mind to put the engagement ring on Ling Tian's finger in front of her.
The reason he was in such a hurry to propose to Ling Tian was simply because he wanted to take this opportunity to get revenge on Ling Mo, who had tormented him so badly.
Since Ling Mo has stooped so low as to have three miscarriages for some random man, he is determined to make her taste the bitterness of being abandoned.
Unexpectedly, the girl in front of him, with her aloof and stunning appearance, not only completely disregarded him, but also seemed to show a hint of disdain in her eyes when she looked at him.
Liang Feifan had intended to use the most vulgar words to humiliate Ling Mo, but when the words reached his lips, he suddenly didn't know how to begin.
Ling Tian felt incredibly uncomfortable seeing his gaze fixed on Ling Mo.
"Brother Feifan, I'm getting on the bus first."
"Um."
Liang Feifan responded indifferently, his deep voice revealing his impatience.
After Ling Tianxin reluctantly got into the car, Ling Mo no longer bothered to pretend her dislike for Liang Feifan and gave him a cold glance:
"Liang Feifan, spit it out."
"What kind of attitude is this?" Liang Feifan felt rebuffed and became increasingly uncomfortable.
Ling Mo forcefully pulled back his hand, which had been gripped so tightly it had turned red, and coldly retorted:
"Can't you understand human language?"
Liang Feifan's handsome eyebrows furrowed unconsciously, and a hint of doubt suddenly appeared on his face.
The current Ling Mo is completely different from the soft, cute, and kind-hearted woman she was seven years ago, making him feel an unprecedented sense of unfamiliarity.
Ling Mo looked at the silent Liang Feifan, intending to turn around and leave, but in order to find out the source of Liang Feifan's hatred for her, she patiently repeated herself:
"I told you to spit it out already, stop wasting my time with your rambling. Now you understand, right?"
"What have you been through all these years? Why have you become so vulgar and despicable?" Liang Feifan's words were filled with heartache and indignation.
Ling Mo caught the fleeting regret in his eyes and suddenly sneered, "Liang Feifan, stop with your hypocrisy. If you really cared about me, why would you have ignored me for seven whole years?"
Is it interesting to bring up old grievances?
Liang Feifan seemed to have been hit where it hurt, and he became increasingly irritable.
The next moment, he shoved Ling Mo against the hotel wall and hastily stuffed the diamond ring from his pocket into her hand. "Keep the ring safe. Consider it payment for six months of your stay."
As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to lean down and kiss her delicate red lips that were constantly teasing him.
"Shouldn't this ring be on Ling Tian's hand? Liang Feifan, your greedy nature is truly disgusting."
Ling Mo coldly stared at the handsome face that seemed to grow ever larger before him, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped him hard across the face.
He stumbled and fell to his knees at her feet.
Liang Feifan was furious at Ling Mo's ungratefulness and roared at her, "You slut, you can let random men sleep with you in the countryside, what are you pretending to be so high and mighty in front of me? Shouldn't you be grateful that I didn't abandon you because of your filthy body?"
"You just take yourself too seriously."
Ling Mo crossed his arms and calmly sized up Liang Feifan, whose neck veins bulged like an enraged lion, before casually asking:
Did Ling Tian tell you about my time in the countryside?
Liang Feifan fiercely wiped away the bright red blood that had been slapped from the corner of his mouth, and asked her resentfully, "In your heart, am I not as good as the wild man you met in the countryside?"
Ling Mo looked him up and down with a mocking gaze before nodding slightly. "Indeed, he can't compare. The men I met in the countryside are wild and exciting, good in bed and not clingy. I'm very satisfied."
After saying that, she casually tossed the diamond ring at his feet and got into the black van without looking back.
"Ling Mo, you just wait."
Liang Feifan stomped over the sparkling diamond ring on the ground and, in a fit of rage, punched the hotel's exterior wall.
One day, he will make Ling Mo know how miserable the consequences of betraying him will be.
...
On the top floor of the Emperor Hotel, Qin Beiming stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his sharp, hawk-like eyes following the elusive figure of Ling Mo.
She only reluctantly turned her gaze away after she got into the Ling family's business car.
Lu Jinjiu glanced at the absent-minded Qin Beiming, then suddenly leaned forward and said mysteriously, "Third Brother, I've gathered all the information on your Miss Ling from the past seventeen years. Would you like to take a look?"
"No need."
Qin Beiming disdained to pry into other people's privacy.
He prefers to spend more time learning about people or things that interest him rather than simply using technical means to dig up their past.
"Really not going to watch?"
Lu Jinjiu plopped down on the edge of the sofa, flipping through Ling Mo's photos on his phone with great interest, clicking his tongue and saying, "This Miss Ling is truly beautiful from childhood to adulthood. Her looks, even without makeup, can easily outshine the most popular young actresses."
"shallow."
Qin Beiming said this, but his body language betrayed him as he leaned closer to Lu Jinjiu.
"Third Brother isn't interested?"
Lu Jinjiu hid his phone behind his back, his eyes gleaming, his face full of mockery.
"Say it again?"
Qin Beiming ignored the teasing in Lu Jinjiu's words and suddenly pressed his knees on the edge of the sofa, his upright chest almost touching Lu Jinjiu's slightly hunched body.
Lu Jinjiu was dumbfounded, staring nervously at Qin Beiming, who seemed ready to pounce on him at any moment. His muscular body even began to tremble slightly.
He leaned back instinctively, trembling as he asked, "Third Brother, have you been coveting me for a long time?"
"Hand over your phone."
Qin Beiming was speechless, feeling that Lu Jinjiu had a paranoid personality disorder.
"ah?"
Looking at Qin Beiming, who was like a raging beast a second ago but stood in front of him as elegant as ever the next, Lu Jinjiu felt that he had been completely scummed by Qin Beiming, so weak and helpless that he could only curl up in the soft sofa and hug himself tightly.
Qin Beiming was too lazy to explain, so he bent down again and snatched the phone from Lu Jinjiu's pocket.
"Ah! Third Brother, no! I'm afraid of the pain..."
Lu Jinjiu misunderstood, and nervously used both hands and feet, looking just like a pitiful little thing unwilling to submit to a bully.
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